#heyxtherexjuliet

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“so you’re gonna go ahead and join them, but i’m not even allowed to ask about it? yeah sure — that’s fair, jug.” jellybean’s gaze bore into her brother, standing in their dad’s kitchen late at night — their dad wasn’t there, obviously. she dropped her arms, which had been crossed, and pushed off from the counter she’d been leaning on. “i know i’m young, but so are you — really young, compared to who they normally recruit. so if you’re doing this… you don’t get to go lone wolf like I know you want to. if you try to hide it from me, i swear i will walk into the whyte wyrm, go upstairs, and talk to them myself.”

Everything had happened so quickly:  first she’d caught the flash of red and blue lights in the reflection of the window, then the commotion and noise of the front door being forced open as armed officers came flooding in, barking at her to put her hands up and demanding to know if she was armed. Paralyzing fear spread through every inch of her body, rooting her to the spot as she slowly turned to face the barrels of several pistols expertly trained on her. Confusion spread like wildfire as Sheriff Keller recognized the daughter of Alice Cooper and demanded that officers lower their weapons. Surely, this must be some kind of mistake, Elizabeth Cooper was a star pupil of Riverdale High, close friends with his own son. Why on earth would the Cooper girl be here?   The scene itself would have been comical were it not so serious, Betty in her matching pastel sweater set and signature slicked back ponytail looking more like she was heading to a River Vixen pep rally instead of being led out of a house in handcuffs. Anxiety set in as soon as she was guided into the back of the police car, several neighbors from surrounding houses gathering in typical Riverdale fashion to get the first scoop of what was sure to be the town’s next explosive gossip topic. The Sheriff didn’t want to garner anymore attention than the entire ordeal already had and brought Betty to the police station as soon as possible.  Once inside the station, safe from prying eyes he offered to let her make a phone call, assuming a good girl like Betty would call her parents. Instead, still in handcuffs as she dialed the familiar digits at the front desk Betty called the only person she could possibly think to come to her aide, Jughead Jones. She prayed he wasn’t asleep, that he’d pick up with each subsequent ring. Finally the line clicked, signaling he’d answered and she closed her eyes, breathing a sigh of relief. “...hey.” She began tentatively, her voice still shaking as her adrenaline waned. “It’s me, Betty. Um- Jughead. Do you think that maybe you could come here? I’m at the police station... I’m okay. I think. Don’t worry, I’m not hurt or anything I just have to answer some questions for Sherif Keller... about breaking and entering.”    Betty Cooper had been arrested. 

          alice doubted that a milkshake would solve all her problems. but then again, anything would be a nice distraction from the complications within the cooper household. “you don’t even have a job, jughead. i’ll buy the shakes, and whatever you’re hungry for.” just as long as she could be in the company of someone who didn’t look at her in disgust.

“The remote’s by the bedside table and the air conditioning’s CENTRAL, thus the extra blanket,” she managed a soft smile. “My room’s down the hall to the LEFT, so you can just knock if you need anything,” she said as WARMLY as she could before clearing her throat. “And I mean, I know you sort of have this thing with Betty, but your room’s right NEXT to my mom’s so I wouldn’t try anything if I were you.”

      ❛--I just keep thinking of Polly just TRAPPED in the group home. & how I’ve done nothing to try to help her. She deserves help, Jug. ❜ Although her voice was soft, her words had a deep meaning to them. Eyes which where once bright blue darkened as they looked towards the brunette, in search of comfort or advice, even. She couldn’t just do nothing while her sister was just rotting away in some mental institution because her parents thought she was crazy. 

Numerous unforeseen circumstances had led to the unique predicament of Jughead's foster family offering for Betty to stay the night after calling her parents, but only under the strict adherence to sleeping in separate bedrooms per her mother's orders. She'd been going on about how having one pregnant teenage daughter was enough before Betty cut her off and bid her goodnight before hanging up. Sleep hadn't come easy for her even after kissing Jughead goodnight secretly in the hallway before parting separate ways, Betty felt out of place in the strange house in a part of town she wasn't familiar with. The storm raged on outside as rain beat against the window and eerily reminded her of just how alone she felt in the foreign bedroom. She must have drifted off sometime after midnight but her sleep was far from restful as her dreams shifted to nightmares. Betty woke up in a coldsweat only a couple hours later, frantically searching for anything familiar in her immediate surrounding before fully waking and remembering where she was. Betty had crept down the hallway as skillyfully as the creaky floorboards allowed her until she came to Jughead's bedroom door still ajar and found he was just settling in for bed, ever her prodigious night owl. "I...had a bad dream." She admitted, downcasting her gaze in embarassment as he looked up at her from his perch on the end of the bed.